I wonder if Skype to New Zealand was just being spectacularly shite tonight or if having two toddlers manically clambering on their mother’s lap just messed with the video processing too much.
Suffice to say after five hugely entertaining minutes of semi-silent jerky footage of Isobel and Spike we reverted to IM. All is good there.
It’s a cliche but by the gods they get old quick. Iso will be four this January.
34 days ’til Uncle Pete is in the house…
Iso IS 4, Spike will be 3 this New Year’s Eve. By the gods, we get senile so quickly!
Same happens to me but my opponent is my cat!
D’oh! Oh course she is. I’m getting mixed up…